Description: This western man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shield with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is black and curly. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Alexandre was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Interpreter. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, tan shirt, and green tie. His tied-back hair is blonde. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in the north to a Fortune-teller, Percival learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has achieved small success as a Fortune-teller.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a brown vest and prefers tan and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Miner but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Disciplined, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Cory grew up listening to his father's many stories. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Fortune-teller hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1300 sp. 1 Buckler. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His white hair is thinning but still full. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. The war was a terrible time for him, and Guy does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Flaws: Shy, Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1800 sp.